Dear ‘Angry Hillary Ladies’: Welcome to my world
A wonderful friend of mine keeps trying to convince me to go to Denver with him to attend the Democratic National Convention. You see, he is an intimate of some of Hillary Clinton’s most major donors and passionate supporters. He promises that if I go, he’ll bring the “lawn chairs” and we will have front row, or shall I say, ringside seats to one of the largest protests this country has ever seen.
As certain blog sites are hinting, my friend claims to have first hand knowledge that untold numbers of “angry Hillary ladies” are galvanized, organizing and determined to wreak havoc in Denver. He tells me, “This is gonna be just like ’68!” And he was at ’68.
Well, I can’t see going. Mainly because my journalist reflex would surely kick in and I would want to be thisclose to the action. I have no desire to endure weapons that would trigger spontaneous eruptions in my pants, so I’ll probably pass. But, in response to his insistent invitation, I have made one simple request of him, “Please tell them that I say, ‘Welcome, angry-Hillary-ladies. Welcome to my world.’”
Welcome to the position of feeling you are invisible and unappreciated by your designated political party. Welcome to feeling so silenced and dismissed that protest, possibly even aggressive protest, is the last best option you feel you have to push back on imposed invisibility.
I disagree with your cause, and the timing of your protest. I believe the time to fight the DNC was the moment they made the draconian decision to strip Florida and Michigan of delegates. And I believe Barack Obama is the correct nominee. I have found the vitriol in the comment threads on your sites wrenching.
But still, I stand with you in standing up. Maybe, just maybe, you will now begin to understand a little more about why I become an angry-black-lady sometimes, too.





















